Can you believe it used to read SEND NUDES LAND? Good thing they changed it. Much snappier this way.

Free agency is at least something to talk about that relates to football but it’s still a huge tease. We want to see all the players on their new teams. Eventually we will but not for a long while. Oh well, I’m sure these next six months will just fly back.

My paternal roots are more of the oppressors and murders of the Irish which means there is probably some Irish DNA in there somewhere. The maternal roots are of Scottish descent, which also would suggest an Irish girl somewhere along the line.

There is speculation about an Arapaho woman (Squaw!!) in the family, but there is no real evidence. However the 1860s people did not record such things. Being English means it is also a high probability that the is lineages from most if not all invaders.

*Rant Mode Engage* As I mentioned above I went to a cookout last night. While there a dude I barely know dug around in a ice chest that was not his pulled out a beer, tasted it and asked “Who brought this shit?” I looked closer at the bottle realized it was mine and told him as much. He then quipped, “It’s awful!” My response was something along the lines of ‘Maybe you should ask before you grab and gulp.’

The beer was Dogfish Head: Palo Santo Marron.

I don’t know why I let him live to drink his fucking Heineken the rest of the evening. I must be mellowing with age.
*End Rant Mode*

The bar scene in this video was filmed at Molly Malone’s in the Fairfax District here in L.A. my brother took the day off, drank with the band for the day and you can see him a couple of times during the video.

I worked that day like an asshole and don’t have a cool story about that day at all.

There will probably be an associated cost with said hobby.
In regards to baseball that shit ain’t cheap.
It’s why baseball is still not sustainable in the inner-city.
A thinking man would understand that a career in baseball is far more opportunistic , lucrative and sustainable than life after an NFL career.

My first was not to different from yeah right; an separated soon-to-be-divorced woman who lived in the apartment complex where I worked as a lifeguard. Yes. I was the pool boy. Act happened in the sauna.

@Sill: When I was still fancy-free I had a goal to make out with a girl for each letter of the alphabet. I got pretty close (I think I was only missing 7 letters or so – I even managed to get X) and U was one of the ones I knew would be tough.

Yeah, same, any time @Martin or any other PDXKSKers (or those passing through) want to grab a beer some Friday, just DM me and we can figure it out. I generally like all you people, and, except for a few, don’t assume seeing them in real life will end with me in a tub full of ice missing internal organs.

Honestly, I cannot think of a better name for a giant useless gasbag. An anachronism that exists solely for corporate advertisement, promises a view from above but most of the time you end up getting nothing but scenery because it’s floating above a fucking dome, travels extensively and takes up more space than it’s actually worth, but it is kept around because of the capricious decisionmaking of people with more money than brains, and because it makes old people nostalgic for The Good Old Days when football was about character and grit and not Glory Boys (Sorry, channeling Gregggggggg) and goddammit you accept what you’re fucking told.

One last thing about Sam Kinison. I’m feeling a bit nostalgic myself as I actually look forward to Monday for once in my life. Who else learned how to perform cunnilingus from him talking about licking the alphabet?